In which I trade my mother’s loyalty for a few inches of ink

Huh. Hard to figure out how to play this one.

It’s not every day you get quoted in the Globe and Mail, after all. For an attention junkie like me, it doesn’t get much sweeter than that. When Fiona sent me an e-mail to ask if I’d mind being interviewed for a piece she was working on about baby-led weaning, I knew if nothing else it would make great blog fodder.

Ah, but as many other A-list celebrities like myself have learned, the media is a fickle mistress indeed. I’m quite sure I never would have said that my mother was “nagging” me to start feeding Lucas solids. “Haranguing” maybe, or “cajoling.” “Hectoring” would have been a good word, now that I think of it. But I would never in a million years told Canada’s national newspaper that my mother was “nagging” me. Never.

I’m *so* getting a lump of coal for Christmas, aren’t I, Mom? (We won’t even get into the fact that we skipped over six weeks’ worth of milestones, from first cereal to first Cheerios, in a single en-dash!)

Now that I’ve alienated the one person whose vote I knew was in the bag for the Canadian Blog Awards, I need your vote more than ever. Take pity on me, and throw me a vote, willya?

Apparently I put the “pen” in “penis”

Been getting a lot of blog fodder from CBC these days. Last week it was the top 10 TV shows courtesy of Q, and today’s post comes via old Spark podcasts I downloaded to listen to on our road trip this past weekend.

According to the artificial intelligence at GenderAnalyzer.com, there is a 76% probability that Postcards from the Mothership is written by a man. I found this rather curious until I scanned down my own current home page and realized I have three large block-quotes, at least one of which I know *is* written by a man. I got curious, and started dropping individual category pages into the analyzer:

We guess http://danigirl.ca/blog/category/mothering-without-a-licence/ is written by a man (54%), however it’s quite gender neutral.

We guess http://danigirl.ca/blog/category/it-is-all-about-me/ is written by a man (55%), however it’s quite gender neutral.

We think http://danigirl.ca/blog/category/the-wee-beasties/ is written by a man (71%).

We think http://danigirl.ca/blog/category/life-the-universe-and-everything/ is written by a man (75%).

We guess http://danigirl.ca/blog/category/ottawa-bar-harbor-2007/ is written by a man (57%), however it’s quite gender neutral.

Hmmm, my manliest writing is on random topics and when telling stories about the boys, and writing I do specifically on mothering is my most gender-neutral. Interesting, in a passing sort of way. Go ahead, go plug your blog in there, then come back and tell me your results. You know you want to!!

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Speaking of “you know you want to…”, it’s that time of year again. Even though I had to resign from my position as an organizer of the Canadian Blog Awards (just not enough hours in the day!) I will still shamelessly whore myself for your votes. I am proud to say that Postcards from the Mothership has once again been nominated for a Best Canadian Family Blog award, and I will milk it for all it’s worth!

Best Family Blog nominee

You can vote any day this week, but you can vote only once per category so choose well, as there are several excellent blogs nominated. Don’t make me beg. Well, you’re right, I’ll likely beg anyway. But don’t let that stop you! VOTE!

Plan B update: 8 weeks in

I’m still plodding along on my Plan B diet lifestyle makeover, and I’m still doing well. The first month was great. The results (losing around 2 lbs a week) were rather intoxicating, and it was easy to more or less stay on plan. I hit a bit of a slump a couple of weeks ago, and found I was having a lot of cravings, mostly for chips and cookies. My exercise dropped down to once or twice a week, and I was just feeling blah about the whole thing. I either plateaued or was up a bit, depending on the scale, but I managed to stay more or less on track. (I actually thought it might have been a little PMS, but there’s still no sign of the return of that particular nuisance. Thank goodness!)

This past weekend was my first real off-the-wagon splurge. I had pumpkin pie on Saturday, about two dinners worth of turkey and stuffing on Sunday, and then totally blew it with a pogo and fries for lunch on the run yesterday. Yanno what? I don’t really feel bad about it. Heck, ya gotta live. Well, I don’t feel bad about it emotionally. But when you go for eight weeks eating mostly whole, fresh foods and then you eat a pogo and half-serving of (really, really delicious and so worth it) french fries soaked in ketchup and malt vinegar, your stomach is so. not. impressed. Lesson learned: indulgences not only bad for scale, but bad for tummy, too. Funny how quickly your body adapts; that kind of thing would have never upset my stomach just a couple of months ago.

Back in the middle of August I went to see my GP for a handful of small concerns, including extraordinary tiredness and frustration with my inability to lose weight despite exercising three to four times a week. Coupled with my problems in producing quality milk for Lucas, I really thought I had a thyroid problem. My GP was away for the month of September, and so we set a date of early October for her to discuss the results of my blood work. It just so happened that I went to see Dr Bishop for the first time that same week, and started on the whole Plan B thing.

When I went to see her last week, I realized another huge benefit of Plan B: my energy level is back up to normal, if not better. I don’t feel that draggy, lazy, can barely be bothered to do anything feeling that I felt most of the spring and summer. My blood work came back normal for thyroid and blood sugar, but low on iron stores, so I’ll have to remember to keep taking my post-natal vitamins. But it’s good to see everything else in balance. And my GP is very happy with the weight loss.

As of Saturday morning, I’m down almost 14 pounds overall. Yay me! (I might be up one or two after this weekend, but I’m confident I can shave them off again.) I can really see a difference now, and I can feel the difference in how my clothes fit. It’s been great reclaiming clothes from my closet that I haven’t seen for a year and a half!

I still want to talk about the Plan B eating and the links with Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food, but I have to clean up the breakfast dishes before Lucas wakes up! Any tips for encouraging baby to turn four or five 30-minute naps a day into one honkin’ big three hour nap?

My happy place

I’m old enough and wise enough now to know that life comes in cycles, some good and some not quite so good. I’m also wise enough to recognize that when it’s good, it’s a blessing worth acknowledging.

It’s such a simple thing, and such an amazing blessing, to be truly happy. I don’t know how I managed to luck into the three best kids on the planet, but I did. I love them so much that I can’t even grasp the limits of my own capacity for love. When I think about how much I love them, it’s like trying to comprehend the idea of an infinite universe; the more I try to understand it, the more the concept slips away from me, leaving me feeling wobbly in the wake of a kind of love-induced vertigo.

No, I haven’t been into the turkey wine. I just feel the need to be grateful, to be publicly thankful, for the ways in which my life is blessed. My mind keeps wandering back to the subject in idle moments lately, how truly wonderful it is to be me in this time and place. Everything I ever wanted out of life, I have right at this moment. Smart, funny, sweet children; a kind and loving and infinitely indulgent husband; a safe home; a good job; friends and family who truly love me. I’m even grateful for this silly little blog that fulfills my creative impulses and strokes my ego.

I’ve been trying to write a gratitude post for days, and this is the least soppy and sappy of the lot. YOU should be grateful I don’t subject you to the other drafts! And I know it’s a strange time to be feeling so beatifically grateful, with the uncertainty of elections and world finance and so much else up in the air. Like the farmers, though, I’m willing to make hay whenever the sun shines.

Yesterday we had Thanksgiving dinner with my folks. We’re not religious people, and I can’t remember the last time we actually spoke out loud to praise our blessings before Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, though, both my dad and Tristan independently suggested we take a moment to enunciate the things for which we are grateful, and so we did.

See, more stuff to be thankful about: we’ve managed to raise kids who understand the value of gratitude. Who knew happiness could be a self-feeding cycle, too?

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, friends celebrating today or later. Wishing you peace, contentment, happiness and gratitude.

Ten-pages-in book review: In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written a 10-pages-in book review. This is largely because I am in the year of the series, working my way through all seven Harry Potter books, the His Dark Materials trilogy, Stephen King’s Dark Tower books, and I’m currently in the middle of re-reading one of my all-time favourite series, Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (a trilogy in five parts)(snicker). But this isn’t about those books.

The book I’m reading right now is Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto. I’d seen it mentioned here and there, and it was on the library’s express read shelf. In a fit of optimism (I read quickly, but never seem to have the time to get around to reading lately, and the books are due in seven days) I picked it up. I am so glad I did.

I don’t know if this book would have resonated so deeply with me if I weren’t already in the midst of my own dietary recalibration exercise, but the timing couldn’t have been better. Pollan’s book is an examination of how we in Western society have reduced food to nothing more than nutrients, and asks why in a society completely obsessed with ‘healthy’ eating we are more overweight and more sick than ever before. It’s fascinating reading: part history lesson, part self-help, part diatribe. Even with the library-imposed deadline, I couldn’t put it down.

Why does Pollan think food needs to be defended? He observes that over the last generation or so, we have slowly replaced our intake of actual food with highly processed foodlike substances. He says that in reducing food to its nutritional components (not only macronutrients like proteins, carbohydrates and fats, but micronutrients like omega-3 and vitamins) and reducing the purpose of eating to bodily health, we actually do ourselves considerable harm.

In Defense of Food is broken into three parts. The first is a historical examination of how we came to be in this “age of nutritionism”, as Pollan calls it, and how “fake foods” became so ubiquitous. We in Western culture are so obsessed with the nutritional value of food that we have elevated it to an ideology requiring an “-ism”. Pollan blames the unholy trinity of the food industry, nutrition science and journalism our current mentality, and for propagating misleading and even dangerous dietary recommendations: “[M]ost of the nutritional advice we’ve received over the last half-century … has actually made us less healthy and considerably fatter.” Not to mention, he observes, ruining countless numbers of meals.

Pollan illustrates this in the example of margarine, “the first important synthetic food to slip into our diet.” He notes that margarine was created in the nineteenth century as a cheap substitute for butter, but became the poster child for the anti-saturated-fat movement that began in the 1950s at the advent of nutritionalism. This (albeit lengthy) paragraph illustrates not only Pollan’s point but his rather entertaining style as well:

[M]anufacturers quickly figured out that their product, with some tinkering, could be marketed as better – smarter! – than butter: butter with the bad nutrients removed (cholesterol and saturated fats) and replaced with good nutrients (polyunsaturated fats and then vitamins.) Every time margarine was found wanting, the wanted nutrient could simply be added (Vitamin D? Got it now. Vitamin A? Sure, no problem.) But of course margarine, being the product not of nature but of human ingenuity, could never be any smarter than the nutritionists dictating its recipe, and the nutritionists turned out to be not nearly as smart as they thought. The food scientists’ ingenious method for making healthy vegetable oil solid at room temperature – by blasting it with hydrogen – turned out to produce unhealthy trans fats, fats that we now know are more dangerous than the saturated fats they were designed to replace. Yet the beauty of a processed food like margarine is that it can be endlessly reengineered to overcome even the most embarrassing about-face in nutritional thinking — including the real wincer that its main ingredient might cause heart attacks and cancer. So now the trans fats are gone, and margarine marches on, unfazed and apparently unkillable. Too bad the same cannot be said of an unknown number of margarine eaters.

Fake foods and nutritionism aren’t Pollan’s only targets. He notes that the problem starts in the industrialization of food production. Pollan notes that two-thirds of our daily caloric intake comes from four crops: corn, soy, wheat and rice. Think about that. TWO-THIRDS! Humans are designed to be omnivores, so this kind of restriction — not to mention the lengths to which those four crops are processed — is a completely unnatural diet. He also talks about how the way in which we produce food has slowly eroded the quality of the food in order to improve yields, pointing out that it would take three apples from today to equal the iron content in one apple from the 1940s. He goes so far as to suggest that maybe this “nutritional inflation” is an underlying cause of the obesity epidemic: we are the first generation that is overfed AND undernourished at the same time.

As far as dietary advice, Pollan’s prescription is poetic in its simplicity: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” In the last third of the book, in which I am currently immersed, he expands upon this advice with a few simple dietary rules of thumb like, “would your great-grandmother recognize it as food” and “don’t eat it if it has ingredients you don’t recognize and/or can’t pronounce.”

It’s an engaging, easy-to-follow and eye-opening account, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. And, as an aside, I think Pollan is the first published writer I’ve ever seen even more in love with the parenthetical interruption of his own stream of thought than I am. Read this book, because it will totally change how you think about food.

Coming up next: integrating these ideas into the Plan B diet.

Vanities

It’s one of those late summer days that we simply did not have enough of earlier this year — warm, hazy, sunshiney and altogether brilliant. So much so that in celebration, I broke out the razor for one more pass at my legs before shorts season is truly behind us for another year. (Surely I’m not the only one who puts away the lawn mower and the razors for about the same hibernation period each year?)

As I was shaving, I was thinking about a recent conversation with a friend. She was talking about being embarrassed to lift her arms up because she hadn’t recently shaved her armpits, and I reflected at the time how that really wouldn’t bother me. Hairy armpits aren’t one of my vanities. However, it’s a rare day that I’ll leave the house without showering first.

Similarly, I remember growing up that my mother always stopped at the front hall mirror before going out to apply fresh lipstick. My lipsticks last for far longer than is likely healthy because I use them so rarely. In fact, I can count on two hands the number of times since I’ve been staying home with Lucas that I’ve even bothered with makeup. On a day-to-day basis, makeup is not one of my vanities. I will, however, gladly fork over $75 for a haircut every six weeks or so.

I’ve never bought expensive shampoo or hair products – the drug store stuff is fine for me – but I do indulge a bit of extra cash for a good moisturizer for my skin.

I’m not much on fashion and the latest trends, but I am a label junkie. There are brands that I love and will go back to again and again. Jones New York, Eddie Bauer, Roots, Gap. And I dress the kids with far more care most days than I put into my own outfits. Heck, everything I wear is likely to be covered in spit-up splotches half way through the day anyway. Until I’m back into my old favourites and my old sizes (closer by the day, now down 11 lbs!) and Lucas is past this annoying spit-up phase, I’ll dress the kids up like dolls. Who needs girls to play dress-up?

What are your vanities, and what could you not care much less about?

Food week: leftovers

(Sorry, this post would have been up two days ago, but I keep getting sucked into Twitter. I can either blog or play on Facebook or follow Twitter, but have yet mastered the art of staying current on all three. Laundry is also optional.)

Found a few new food faves lately, and thought I’d share.

At Marla’s recommendation (no, really, it’s worth reading, we’ll wait here until you get back), I went out this weekend and bought some “Freenut” butter. Oh, sweet peanutty goodness, was it ever delicious!! It was a little more expensive than regular peanut butter, but about the same price as the organic stuff I’ve been buying since I heard peanuts are one of the most heavily pesticided foods. Less than $5 a jar, anyway. And did I mention delicious? No, really! I was eating it right out of the jar, and it makes a superb afternoon snack when you dip freshly picked apple slices in it. (Apple picking post to follow.) It’s made from soy nuts instead of peanuts, but I honestly don’t think I could tell the difference. And it’s healthier, too. Best of all, Tristan loves it. Marla, I bow down before your awesomeness.

Speaking of soy, I tried something else new this week. Have you heard of edamame? Also, YUM! They’re baby soy beans, kind of like snow peas but you don’t eat the pod (I learned after I tried to eat the first three and did a quick google to find out whether it was supposed to have the texture of twigs as I masticated it.) Fresh and nutty, and you eat them with a sprinkle of my favourite indulgence: coarse salt. They count as a protein in my Plan B diet.

And speaking of protein, I found an interesting new way to eat tuna this week, too. I’m a fan of the occasional tuna-fish sandwich, especially very cold and mixed liberally with mayo and finely chopped onions. Since I tend to save my breads and cereals for breads for breakfast and dinner, I’ve dropped the tuna sandwich from my lunch rotation. I know tuna is a reasonably healthy protein choice, but it’s just way too fishy to eat without that slathery mayo goodness, IMHO. Then I discovered spicy Thai chili tuna from CloverLeaf. The spice covers up the fishiness, and I ate the whole can (two servings of protein, only 140 calories) and some leftover grilled peppers and zucchini (free!) for a really delicious lunch.

And speaking of Plan B, I’ve now officially lost 10 lbs in 28 days! Yay me! Half way to my goal in the first month. Not bad, eh?

Food week continues: eating according to Plan B

Hard to argue with the results. Plan B appears to be working beyond my wildest expectations. I’m down a full seven pounds in three weeks, to 184 lbs. Fourteen to go!

You know what? After three weeks, I actually do see this as a sustainable way of eating. It’s easier when I’m eating most of my meals at home, but I’ve been able to accommodate eating in restaurants, at friends’ houses, and on the run. I haven’t fallen too far off the wagon or been tempted to blow it all off, either. And there’s even room for treats every now and then.

The plan I’m on allows for 1400 calories a day, roughly divided into the following categories: 3 breads, cereals and starches (and two or three days a week should be starch-free), 3 fruits, 1 “restricted” veggies (simple carbs like carrots and onions), 7 proteins (each ounce of beef or chicken or cheese is one serving, as is 1.5 ounces of salmon and 3/4 of a cup of low-fat yogurt), 3 dairy, and 5 fats (i.e. tsp of oil, 2 tsp of salad dressing, 1/4 of an avocado, a strip of bacon, 2 tsp of peanut butter or 10 almonds.) The idea is to eat several small meals with healthy snacks in between so you’re never starving.

If you want to see exactly how I’m eating in all it’s boring goodness, I’ve tucked it below the fold. Continue reading “Food week continues: eating according to Plan B”

Food week continues: the green tea factor

Funny how I never got around to blogging this, but did you know that I give props to green tea for not only helping me lose weight after my miscarriage in 2006, but for conceiving Lucas as well?

I started drinking a Grande green tea from Starbucks every afternoon because I was looking for something besides coffee to warm me up in the afternoons. I’d heard green tea was rich in antioxidants, and I found it pretty refreshing to sip from a 16 oz cup throughout the day. Plus, as I joked with Cait from my office at the time, I just liked to think of myself as the kind of person who enjoyed green tea.

I drank it pretty much every weekday afternoon for about three months, which happened to coincide with the three months it took me to lose 10 lbs. And at the end of May of 2007 I had to quit drinking it because I found out I was pregnant. You shouldn’t drink green tea if you’re pregnant because it interferes with the absorption of folic acid, apparently.

During the summer I was pregnant, I was looking up green tea on the internet to see if it was safe to drink at all during pregnancy (I decided it was best to just stay away) and found out that there is a positive correlation between fertility and green tea. Nice to know after the fact, anyway!

And then just last month, I heard something about green tea and weight loss, so I looked that up, too. Apparently green tea also improves your metabolism to the equivalent of burning up to 100 calories per day. Over a year, that’s a full 10 lbs of weight loss, just from green tea alone. You can get green tea extract in pill form, but I don’t know about that. I do know, though, that I’m now drinking 16 oz or so of green tea every day again, and the weight is melting off again. It counts toward my eight cups of water per day, is completely calorie free, is rich in all kinds of anti-oxident goodness, and it gives me a little caffeine boost. Even the boys have noticed that my Tim Horton’s drive-thru order has migrated from “extra large, three milks” to “extra large green tea with ice cubes, please.”

Green tea. Who knew so much goodness could live in such a simple little thing. It’s also been shown to be preventative against cancer, high cholesterol and heart disease. Speaking of which, I’m off to brew myself a cup right now!